I don't know about Kennedy." "Can you find out for us ?" "Yes.

When would you like to know ?" "Can you see him now?
I'll wait here." Peter rose, looking at his cigar with a suggestion of regret.

But he rubbed out the light, and left the room.

At the office, he learned the number of Kennedy's room, and went to it.

On knocking, the door was opened only a narrow crack.
"Oh! it's you," said Kennedy.